Friday, 6 November 2009


That Argos interview must have gone alright – they said they would call everyone later in the afternoon to let them know whether or no they had been successful, and sure enough, come 6:51pm, they called to say I’d got the job.

Or they would have if I hadn’t been using the toilet. 

I got the voicemail message, and tried to call back (as they asked) to discuss contracts and start dates and whatnot, but couldn’t get a fucking answer.

I tried calling again this morning, again to no avail. I will try again this afternoon. But as far as I know, I am now employed. See the look of joy upon my features:



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